Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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Your deep slumber is short lived this night as it is disturbed by unpleasant noises not all too far away. As your eyes creaked open annoyed and disinterested you near instantly picked up a light, a fire, or another Lightsource glowing dimly in the distance. You stared at it for a while, pondering if it was worth while interrogating it any further, and after a good ten minutes your curiosity got the better of you. You carefully moved Rat aside, making sure not to wake him or Hog up, then you swiftly rose to your feet and slowly but steadily sneak towards the little will-o-wisp.
The fire was still going low as you started to get a clearer vision from your destination. You soon heard voices, chipper and loud, singing, laughing and chatting. There were a lot of people, more than you had seen in a while or had expected to see, you couldn't make out details but you could see their general shapes clearly. As you got closer you crouched a bit, making sure to not be spotted before you could get a better view of the crowded humans. You hid behind a convenient rock you peered at them warily from your cover.
You had expected them to be a group of Junkers or even Scavengers, in dirty rags and with filthy faces. But as you got a good view of the pristine uniforms they all sported your blood ran cold. You double checked to see if your eyes were not playing tricks on you, but after rubbing them furiously and checking at least thrice more; they appeared to be from the military, the real, official military from overseas.
You were absolutely terrified as you recalled the horror stories you had heard about these guys, the way they were sent to clear the outback from all dangers in order to rebuild a proper society, to weed out especially hazardous Junkers that were deemed too much of a threat to be reintroduced into society without any risk of them running havok.
The stories of them wiping out the small settlements one after one, turning in criminals and butchering the rest until the sand turned red. Even if you knew that was exaggerated, it still haunted you. As you sat behind the rock cursing your curiosity you could hear them chatting over each other's voices.
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"What a waste of time, we have been looking for weeks now and we didn't find them anywhere, not even a fucking trace, captain. It's not like they are gonna be hiding in one of those little settlement, no, they might be criminals but they are sure as hell not dumb. If I had a wild guess, i'd say their hiding in the wide plains or around the core."
"I wouldn't be too sure, all the heists they pulled on our weapon factories where as uncalculated as to hit and run, causing a bit of chaos and casualties on the way to escape in the confusion. There was no method to the madness, they are not the smartest. Besides, were talking about Junkers here, not criminal masterminds."
"Well that's your opinion, but either way I am not leaving without that price money, my wife would divorce me. She is already not too fond of this organization after we got all the bad press lately." You listen carefully, and you have the weirdest suspicion you might know who they are looking for.
